#xxslavextoxcuriosityxx

[rozsapalota]

"Oh, you didn't know?" Violet eyes wide, hand over her heart in the perfect portrait of concern, the smaller vampire would lean forward, voice lowering in a conspiratorial manner. "If you don't reach your yearly quota of seduced mortals, the king of vampires shall punish you by turning you into a fruitbat for eternity." A gasp. "I fear your time is already running out, hurry, before it is too late!" She is having way too much fun with this.

It doesn’t take a lot to fool someone so gullible. A blink of his eyes, countenance all but mirroring her own when the older vampire expresses such concern as if he’s overlooked a crucial detail and has precious little time to make amends. She is no bumbling fledgling such as he—surely the girl knows better?

“A quota?” he repeats quite utterly confused, elbows on his knees as he finds himself copying her body language, lowering his voice to match the conspiratorial hush. “There’s someone keeping track?” A tinge of increasing disbelief just as he breaks eye-contact to glance around, scan the crowds sauntering past them, carefree, never so much as pausing for a double take in the pair’s direction. No less befuddled than a second prior, Gabor would turn then to Clarisse once more: “Are you sure that’s real? I’ve been just fine the last couple years, I—I must have done it right, then?”

He must have, after all; he knows no better way to hunt.

@xxslavextoxcuriosityxx .

[horlxgerie]

( @xxslavextoxcuriosityxx​; ♥ ‘d the starter call )  ( muse; Detterick )

          «  It’s not my place to ask questions, but you look like the textbook definition of suspicious.  »

THAT’S technically not more a question than it is a mere observation, so with a little luck, Detterick will be able to get away with murder. If not, well, he’ll be the only one to blame, but at least he will have been right to the very end.

[acrxmxnal-archived]

"Hey, asshole!" The small girl has been trying to get at a book placed tantalisingly out of reach for the past ten minutes, After toppling multiple chairs she's finally decided that maybe, just maybe, she should ask someone taller. "Can you get that book for me? I'll owe you a big favour?"

“Asshole?…that’s pretty fuckin’ assumptive, I’ve what? spoken to you….two times? and I’m pretty sure I was no fucking asshole for either of those.” He scowled at her across the room.“I ain’t helpin you, climb the bookshelves, short ass.”

[armazeilor]

@xxslavextoxcuriosityxx — x .

It wasn’t like him.

For once no storm brewed in the skies above them, some strange unease loomed in its stead. Stifling as darkness he seemed a feral thing all quiet, all still, wolfish eyes eyeing the man below them trailing along his every step. Green wizard’s gaze hung like a curse upon him; for more than just a beat he would forget she stood beside him and intently he’d keep his silence, focused as if a glare could kill.

Then she took his hand.

Something of his sharpness faded, snapped back to reality, brought all of a sudden to a place other than hatred.

“—No, no,” he begins a tad too late, a light squeeze of her hand despite his tone coming distracted, despite his eye still turned from hers. “I hope he’s—very—safe.”

But oh he cannot dwell on this now, whatever he may want is something he must wait for. At last the wizard moves to stand then, meets violets so missed anew when with a smile he goes to greet her, “You always come out of the blue,” he’d say as if he were complaining but how his devil’s grin says otherwise.

[midorigxrxge]

xxslavextoxcuriosityxx

  “Y’all some nasty motherfuckers.”

Says mr Vampire Kink.

“How many times do I have to say it’s not vampires specifically. Also no more headpats.”

[crowleiii]

@xxslavextoxcuriosityxx  ♥ ’ d

          “  There are few things quite as disturbing as those necklaces made with teeth.  “

[horlxgerie-a]

@xxslavextoxcuriosityxx liked THIS

          “ I’m fairly certain I’d look better in that dress than you do. Yes, it’s a challenge. “

[horlxgerie]

@xxslavextoxcuriosityxx aren’t they already bffs

.&& OH NO, HE doesn’t really need to go to such length to make her happy ( she’s the one saying it, he’s not making it up ), but gifts and smiles dripping with apologies for disappearing without a last warning can’t do him harm either, can’t they ? He opposes no resistance when he plucks the presents from his hands, standing there with the same expression written on his features, one that’s meant to say how sorry he is and how lonely he was without her to --- to get him drunk for free, but Lochan hopes that isn’t too obvious.

BUT apparently, that was obvious enough she could point it out herself. Shame. He should really learn to be more subtle about thing.

          «  Do I still get a thank you ? Even if it sticks out a mile ?  »

HE’S hopeful. For once. Hopeful to get bitten by a bratty vampire.